This is Gates' cell--the best in the shop." He unlocked the door, and called: "Here's visitors, Tom." "Thank you, Mr.Markham," replied a quiet voice, as a young man came forward from the dim interior of the cell.

"How are you feeling, today ?" "Worse, Tom; worse 'n ever," replied the jailer, gloomily.
"Well, stick it out, old man; don't give in." "I won't, Tom.

Smokin' 'll kill me sure, an' there's a faint hope o' livin' through this struggle to give it up.

This visitor is Mr.Forbes of Elmhurst, an' the young lady is--" "Miss DeGraf," said Kenneth, noticing the boy's face critically, as he stood where the light from the passage fell upon it.

"Will you leave us alone, please, Mr.Markham ?" "Sure-ly, Mr.Forbes.